Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Army Brigade, artist - Royal FamDate of issue: 21.10.2021
Song language: English
Army Brigade |
| Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a parade |
| A dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aid |
| Medical, Royal goverment, the federal |
| Knight to King-Bishop 3, my move is jettin you |
| It’s actual, a scientist that’s graftin you |
| What you think? |
| That’s the question that I’m asking you |
| Bomb material, you die from the radiation |
| Royal Fam/Ill Base, what? |
| Affiliation |
| Collision, crashing niggas like a test dummy |
| Accident/meant to happen, you rest ugly |
| Dressed in armorment, fight like barbarians |
| Slaughtering heads, we got connections with the aliens |
| Royal, down to Earth like soil |
| Four-fifty farenheit, I make the mic boil |
| My raps slaughter everything just like Jemel the poet |
| Bring the light, I be the king to knight when I swing the mic |
| You grow wings of flight like Nike Airs |
| Beware, I might tear through your right ear with a nightmare |
| Grow white hairs on your cranium cuz I’m draining 'em |
| Stainin 'em, steel is titanium |
| Brutalize computer guys that utilize the distics |
| Snap their necks like dipsticks for wearing lipsticks |
| Blends quick like defence, sylabbles in sequence |
| Intents to bomb police precincts |
| Forceful instructor, reality conductor |
| Puncture the structure of corruptors |
| Lyrical master, I blast until your disaster |
| Faster than Nasa, get ghost like Casper |
| After that, flip off tracks like an acrobat |
| Phat raps thats cleaner than clothes out of a laundry mat |
| Me and Timbo leave rappers in limbo |
| Vocal crescendo blows your style out the window |
| Damn, brothas is foul like spoilled ham |
| Oil grams, the Royal Fam eating up your ground like the oil man |
| When you least expect is when I attack |
| Infact, your format is not yet suitable for combat |
| Still desendent factions in the kingdom |
| Campaign desperate attempts to take you freedoms |
| Emphatically, wack stratagies don’t impress me |
| Impulsiveness’ll bring a fucking tragedy, test me |
| Descent to the essence quickly, niggas strictly flip |
| Fuckin with this royal assembly, his majesty summoned me |
| The Chief Administrator of the Law |
| True Master of this hardcore Art of War |
| I explore the depths of conflict with no pretense |
| Found the best strategy, the most aggressive defense |
| So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force |
| And exhaust your supplies, don’t send for reinforcements |
| Give orders for men to maintain they respective borders |
| Or it’s a god damn slaughter |
| Yo, my technical terms is like bacterial germs |
| Simpirials learned, gats get serious burns |
| You managed the damage, lyrical skills left your brain banished |
| Your soul vanished, but your body’s on the same planet |
| Down some foruty’s, hoodies, fatugies, Timbs and shorties |
| Buttoned up Tommy’s, captured your boat low and naughty |
| The life I’m living, giving material religions |
| Slugs in vision, not a nasty but fast dicision |
| Sleek, we creap, tight, deep like a coalition |
| They’ll be more visions, the specialists, medics, morticians |
| I hit your business, get your position an attorney |
| I’m on this journey, heaven or hell don’t concern me |
| Walk through your mental, cancel styles with magnetic weapons |
| Kenetic sinister, minister of theories and epics |
| My flow’s wet like oral sex in a skin flick |
| Mack ten’s flip, advantage, flip and start to trim shit |
| Your rim’s split, gat, big pump, you have to |
| Bullets passing the draft, blasting one, will catch you |
| Minds deserted, kick rhymes, nines is bursting |
| Crimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses |